OK, so this is back a LONG LONG time ago. Pre Cell Phones. (not quite to dinosaurs walking around outside, but close!)

I'm 14 or something like that, and I have a fight that morning with my dad about chores or something. Mom and Dad go off to run some errands and stuff, and I'm home alone. Young Men's leader shows up at the house and says "You do remember there is a multi-stake dance right? Are you still coming?" and he has 3 or 4 other youth in the car. "Oh yeah, I remember!" grab my coat and run out the car.

We are in the Boston area ... MultiStake is HOURS of driving time... I think 3 hours to get to the Dance. Dance ends at like 9 or 10, it's 3+ hours home since I am not the first kid to be dropped off.

SO, it's probably 1 am or later when we finally get to my house ... and I have been gone for at least 8 hours, maybe more like 10!!

Police cars in the driveway, Mom trying to find pictures of me to give to the police ...

Yeah, it's amazing that my parents didn't kill me!!!